The Guitar Laments - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Federico Lorca

In Alfacar, the poet
dreams of gypsy stallions
in the Andalusian
hills and valleys.

“Cordoba. Distant and lonely”¹
he weeps in pain in the arms
of the malevolent blue moon.
Now, no one is left to mourn
the poet of Sunday's dawn;
no one is left to mourn him.

A bronzed guitar laments:
Six sparrows flew south
with all his minor chords
sealed in an empty coffin.

1. From Lorca’s poem “The Horseman’s Song”